The grey clouds had been threatening rain all morning. Farnham shuffled down the street from the lounge, staring absently at the ground before him, his colorless clothes blending into the background of dirty concrete and broken stone walls. Those who saw him could barely conceal their reaction to his countenance: eyes would narrow or be averted, nostrils would sniff suspiciously, shoulders would be raised as if the rain had already begun to fall. He was a regular on these sidewalks, stumbling home in the colorless morning after a night made still more somber by its strained and failed reach for animation. The reaction to Farnham of people who saw him on the street, indicates that they were
commiserative
altruistic
sympathetic
affectionate
mistrustful